At silent speeds, wolfpack of the deep
Forty four souls, in darkness they creep
To join the hunt, reapers of the sea
Quiet as a shadow, a phantom fleet
Hunt from below, they never miss
Fourteen angels, bringing death
As embers rise, no one survives
They Crashdive
Kill or be killed, the depth charges dropped
But they give no prisoner, and they take no loss
Into the black, under the waves
The silent service, shall not meet their graves
Hunt from below, they never miss
Fourteen angels, bringing death
As embers rise, no one survives
They Crashdive
Hunt from below, they never miss
Fourteen angels, bringing death
As embers rise, no one survives
They Crashdive
